Woorden: Posies. Hate Song.

Don't look around at the scenery today
'Cuz you probably won't understand it
Don't settle down in a permanent way
'Cuz you haven't the right to demand it

I'm writing you a hate song
I don't wanna have to hold your hand
I'm writing you a hate song
And I'm hoping that you'll understand

Let it be said that it hasn't been said
When there wasn't the will to unearth it
Relive the germs to awaken the worms
Just to ask them if it's worth it

So let's get one thing straight
The halls have narrowed
Leaving aphids in the marrow

I'm writing you a hate song
I don't wanna have to hold your hand
I'm writing you a hate song
And I'm hoping that you'll understand

So you say so and I say what
And the difference ain't worth debating
I never wanted to give mud on the face
But I couldn't have known what was waiting

I couldn't have known what was waiting
I couldn't have known what was waiting

I'm writing you a hate song
I don't wanna have to hold your hand
I'm writing you a hate song
And I'm hoping that you'll understand

I'm writing you a hate song
No, I don't wanna, no, I don't wanna
I'm writing you a hate song
No, I don't wanna, no, I don't wanna

No, I don't wanna, no, I don't wanna
No, I don't wanna, no, I don't wanna
No, I don't wanna, no, I don't wanna